Got an email recently from a writer I published at Poverty House last year and asked if I could share it. Here it is; it speaks for itself.
Hey Sheldon,
This is Corey Villas. You might not remember me, but you helped me with some edits to a micro piece I wrote last year called Tinderbox Blood about a boy who’s father was in prison and was forced to deal with a possum that was attacking his hound dog every night.
I just finished your new novel, Oblivion Angels, and had to reach out.
First of all, congratulations on an amazing work. Although it was early in the story, Jamie’s death scene and that final sentence hit me hard, one that will stay with me for quite some time.
But further, I decided to take a break from writing mid-last year. I felt like I hit a wall face first. Even when new ideas would come, I felt no desire or urge to put pen to paper. Between the effort to write something worth writing, as well as the process of submission and rejections, I figured “why even fucking bother?” But your story has given me the feeling again, the feeling like I need to start back at it. A genuine desire again. It’s the first time I’ve felt that in probably 7-8 months. So for that, I thank you.
Again, congratulations on a magnificently raw and painfully beautiful work. It will always hold a special place in my bookshelf.
Corey Villas
I wasn't sure how to let Corey know how much this meant. And, dang, he bought and read it quickly.
Thanks again, buddy.
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